At breakfast one morning, my 10 year old son noted that his 12 year old sister is up before him every morning and yet always seems to be around and ready to leave last. It's a true story. Oh, she tries, she tries. But every morning we have somewhere to go inevitably ends up with me pushing the 12 year old to get out the door.
Without offering any fatherly wisdom to my son's observation at this point, I smiled knowingly.
"I have, like, four main things I do every morning. She has, like, ten and I don't even know what half of those things are."
Honestly, I couldn't say it any better myself.